Arrabella Rufford. (Harry Potter Fan Fiction) [Being re-written.]

Arrabella Rufford. (Harry Potter Fan Fiction)

"Arrabella!" Screamed my Dad," Are you ready to go?"

All at once I opened my eyes and the striking, bright daylight burned my eyes. I rubbed them thoroughly before looking at my bedroom and noticing the stacks of empty boxes scattering my room. It was an empty mess.

Then it hit me. I was moving to England today!

Suddenly, I heard my Dad walking up the stairs and started to panic. I grabbed everything and started shoving it in bags & boxes.

In the background, I heard my Dads laugh. It almost sounded sinister.

"Arrabella, you shouldn't leave everything till' the last minute!" He got his wand out and aimed it straight at me.

"Dad I know you're angry, but please don't curse me!" I panicked. Quickly he broke out in laughter and spun his wand around.

"No Silly," he waved his wand left then up before announcing " Pack!"

Suddenly the room was alive; My clothes where dancing into my trunk (where they laid neatly,) my school books where piling onto of each other until they reached the top of my ceiling, one-by-one the rest of my belongings climbed into boxes whilst the last on my rabbit-teddies I had collected over the years tried to clamber into the box with the rest of its friends. Hopping frantically as it couldn't jump high enough, I started to feel sorry for it. I picked it up and laid it in my arm and as I did all the life seem to leave its body leaving a ball of fur stuffed with cotton in my arms lifelessly.

"Flopsy always was your favourite," My mum said walking into the room.

My Dad left the room in a hurry, not acknowledging my mother's existence. Of course this felt normal now-a-days. With the divorce being final in a couple of days I knew the only reason they were living in the same house was to make me believe that they were still friends. They both failed to realise that I would be of-age in one year, I was not still the little 10 year old that believed that when they were fighting it was just them acting.

I never got told why they were getting divorce. Every time I'd ask it would be very awkward. It never seemed like it was going to happen to my family though because, to me, it was something that only happened to muggles as they described love as "magic" and us wizards know that magic does exist and it doesn't fade away...

My mother gently grasped the rabbit, taking it from my arms and placing it in the box. I could almost see it smile before it was tucked away out of my sight. Circling my room, she stopped over by the pile of booking flicking through my new "Advanced Potions" book.

"I still cannot believe you're going to Hogwarts!" She said walking towards me giving me the biggest hug she had ever given me. I could barely breathe but I didn't care because I knew this was going to be the last hug I'd have from my mum until next summer and that's only if my Grandma and Granddad can handle being round me for 3 weeks.

They've had a grudge against me ever since my Granddad's eightieth birthday. Like any seven year old would, I picked up his brand new wand in amazement. When my Granddad turned around and saw me holding it, he got angry. I remembered my Mother screaming at my Dad one time in a fight " petrificus totalus" so, defensively I screamed it at him but unfortunately I could hardly pronounce the words with my two front teeth out and so It came out more like "Pef-wif-ick-os two-ta-wus!"

Within seconds my Granddad was turned a plant pot (I also figure out the spell to do that if anybody ever needed a plant pot Granddad). It took the healers 6 weeks to figure out how to change him back and by then he had built up so much rage "he would have used that spell on me properly and left me there frozen for eternity." My Mum and Dad decided it was good if I never saw them again...

I lay in her arms not wanting to let go. I just knew that it was for the best if I stayed round my Dad's whilst my Mum got back on her feet but yet I had this gut instinct to unpack everything right now and stay here...

"I'm going to miss you," I said the ever longing- silence. She looked at me in such a way it made me feel so bad that I'd be leaving her here by herself until my Grandparents moved in which would be a couple of days.

"Remember, if anything bad happens, just send me an owl and I'll be in England straight away," She said in this tone that it seemed like she knew something bad was going to happen. I looked at her strangely to make sure I had heard that right.

"Sure," I said, not really knowing what to answer to it. She squeezed me a bit before letting go.

"Good luck at Hogwarts, you better tell me how it goes!" She was obviously holding back her tears. She took one last look at me and I knew she couldn't hold it in any longer. "I've got to go! I forgot about... The washing outside!" she ran out of my room, without a second glance.

For the last time I hurdled myself onto my bed. I looked round the room flicking through all of the memories I had here; from the ever creasing wall paper to the dent in the head board that it'd gotten when I bashed my head against it. Not wanting to leave, I slowly got up and walked down stairs to say one final good-bye to my loyal pet unicorn- Infinity.

She was galloping around my garden before she came to a sudden halt once she saw me and let me walk towards her. The cold Swedish breeze covered my face as I started to gently jog towards her. She nuzzled into my shoulder letting me know she says goodbye.

As I thought my Mother wasn't down here. But I wasn't going to pretend I believed her.

"I'm sorry I have to leave you here, but I know you'll be better off with the loving touch of my mum rather than to be cooped up with my Father whom you have made clear you don't like," I explained. As I mentioned my father she gave a short deep breath to show that she agreed.

"I'll see you next year," I said, almost in tears. She'd been there for me since I could remember; leaving her here was like leaving my childhood behind.

I found her one night almost dying on the outskirts of the woods beside my house. I cried because I didn't like seeing something so beautiful dying and that was the moment I had found out I wasn't a squib. I had wanted her to get better so badly that she had recovered. She was so thankful about that that she had given me her trust for the rest of her years.

"Arrabella!" Screamed my Dad, almost angry "Hurry up or we won't get to England before its dark!"

I turned around to take one last glimpse of Infinity before she sent me a look that said "Goodbye," and then ran through my house.

My Mum was standing by the car my Dad had borrowed from the ministry. It was a magical flying car. He got special permission to use it as long as it was flown invisible. It was a 1962 "Ford Anglia"(Well that's what my Dad said.) in mint blue. I could tell it was old from the "rustic charms" to put it nicely.

I said my final good-byes to my Mum before I got in the car.

The invisibility was turned on and then the gas pipe made a roar.

"I love you," My mum mouthed as we started floating higher and higher until we intertwined with the clouds. Before I knew it I couldn't see her beautiful face, nor would I be able to for another year...